Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The monk flew out from the wild temple on the top of the mountain, with a flying sword under his feet. He was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of Fang Qingyuan in just a few breaths.

This speed made Fang Qingyuan very shocked. Coupled with the pressure coming from this monk, everything made Fang Qingyuan's heart sink uncontrollably.

A foundation-building monk, and the one who comes here is not good.

Fang Qingyuan secretly complained in his heart, why did he meet such a big shark just a little late.

The person who came was a monk in the early stage of foundation building. He had a purple robe and a high crown. He looked middle-aged. He stood out of thin air, holding a flying sword in his hand, and faced him solemnly.

"The three of you, who are monks, please report your parentage as soon as possible."

After hearing the question, Fang Qingyuan and the other three dared to breathe heavily. He felt the camel ray trembling under his feet, but he had no intention of comforting him now.

"Fang Qingyuan, an outer disciple of the Tianshan Branch of Yushou Mountain, this is my camel beast, and the two next to me are the guests I received from Heihefang. They are preparing to rush to Tianmen Mountain."

Fang Qingyuan spoke very quickly and clearly. After he finished speaking, the two guests also announced their heels.

"Do you have proof?"

The foundation-building monk spoke in a rough voice and stared at the other two people coldly, while Qingyuan, the other party, had a much more relaxed attitude.

"Yes, yes. This is the mountain gate token. Please take a look."

The three of them took out the tokens of their respective mountain gates and handed them to the monk to see. When the monk finished reading, he fell into deep thought.

As time passed, Fang Qingyuan gradually calmed down. Since the monk did not kill him at the beginning, the possibility of doing it now is even smaller.

But Fang Qingyuan didn't understand why a foundation-building monk suddenly appeared here, pretending to be checking passers-by. Could it be that something big had happened recently and he didn't know about it.

After a while, the purple-robed monk threw it away, and the three tokens flew back to the original owner's hands one by one. Then he said slowly:

"Don't run around lately. It's getting late. Hurry up."

After saying that, there was a flash of light under his feet, and he returned to the top of Heihe Peak, leaving only the three Qingyuan people in the same place, looking at each other.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, do you have any clue?"

"I don't have a clue, but I do have an idea."

"What's the idea?"

"Then just run away."

Less than half an hour later, the flying camel ray panted heavily and flew hard. Seeing that the top of Heihe Peak was far behind him, Fang Qingyuan was in the mood to chat.

"You two, looking at this situation, it seems like something big has happened. Do you have any news?"

The two monks shook their heads and said nothing. They were also confused. The foundation-building monk just now was obviously checking the passing monks. They didn't know how big the matter was before a foundation-building monk was dispatched.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Fang to be a master of the Beast Control Sect. The monk just now probably had to sell some thin noodles."

Among them, the tall and thin monk began to compliment Fang Qingyuan, but the attitude of the purple-robed monk towards the three of them was obviously inconsistent, which made him feel a bit dissatisfied.

Fang Qingyuan blushed when he heard the compliment, then smiled and said:

"It's embarrassing for the sect. Let's do some ferry business to earn some pocket money."

It was obviously to make a living, but according to Fang Qingyuan, it was just pocket money. I don't know if the two of them believed it.

After this incident, the three of them chatted for a while and then stopped talking. Fang Qingyuan looked at the black sea of ​​clouds below and felt sad.

He was just about to make a fortune with the Immortal Mansion, but something like this happened immediately. It seemed that his ferry business would be suspended for a few days to avoid the limelight.

But the matter was more serious than Fang Qingyuan expected. When the camel beast arrived at the Tianmen Mountain Pier, Fang Qingyuan discovered that there was also a Foundation-Building monk on the pier checking.

But this monk was not alone, he was also followed by the inspectors from Tianmen Shanfang City.

After another round of verification, luckily Fang Qingyuan looked familiar and had clean feet, so he was not put under guard.

And when he glanced around with his peripheral vision, he found that Lao He, who was selling spiritual fruit, was squatting aside and being watched by several monks.

Along with Lao He, there were about ten other people who suffered this treatment, all of them were casual cultivators who had no foothold. As for the disciples of the sect, as long as they showed their tokens, the Tianmenshanfang City patrol team members would not be embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, save me. I gave you red lotus fruits in the morning."

When Lao He saw Fang Qingyuan, he immediately opened his mouth to ask for help, but Fang Qingyuan himself couldn't care about him, so how could he care about him.

Moreover, Fang Qingyuan was a slight person, so people did not arrest him because he was a disciple of Yushou Mountain.

However, seeing how miserable Lao He was, Fang Qingyuan had some friendship with him, so he shamelessly asked one of the patrol members:

"Fellow Taoist, did these casual cultivators commit something?"

The patrol team member put on a smiley face and said to Fang Qingyuan:

"I don't know either. The higher-ups said that these casual cultivators should be controlled first and interrogated one by one. If you are fine, please leave as soon as possible."

Hearing what the patrol team member said, Fang Qingyuan knew that Lao He was not in danger of his life, but he could not avoid suffering and bleeding.

It is estimated that these patrol members also know that they can't ask anything from these casual cultivators. They just want to take this opportunity to scratch a layer of grease.

This is the tragedy of casual cultivators. They have no followers or backers and can only be manipulated by others.

Fang Qingyuan nodded slightly to Lao He, then took out the only three spiritual stones on his body, secretly handed them to the patrol team member, pointed at Lao He and whispered:

"This person has some friendship with me. Please take care of me for a moment. Thank you very much."

The patrol team member calmly put away the spirit stone, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this, he had no choice but to take the Flying Camel Ray to the Tianshan Courtyard. He had shown the utmost kindness and justice to Lao He.

The three spirit stones on his body are the remaining one from the spirit wood he bought before. In addition to the shipping fee for the two stones just now, they are all given to the patrol team member.

The reason why Fang Qingyuan wants to help Lao He is that in addition to his friendship with Lao He, this is also an investment.

The current situation is completely a timely help. I only paid three spiritual stones and a few words, but I may gain more than thirty spiritual stones in the future.

Of course, the premise of everything is that Lao He can get through this hurdle.

After leaving Tianmen Shanfang City, Fang Qingyuan quickly rushed to Tianshan Villa. Only when he arrived at the courtyard did he realize that the emotions in the courtyard were also very heavy.

Has the sky fallen?

Fang Qingyuan was confused. What was going on? Everything was fine in the morning, but after going to Heihefang, he felt like he had changed the world.

By coincidence, Zhang Yuan, whom he met in the Discipline Hall in the morning, was hurriedly passing by Fang Qingyuan. Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan quickly stopped him and asked:

"Zhang Yuan, what happened? Why are things like this inside and outside the courtyard?"

Zhang Yuan was stopped by Fang Qingyuan, and when he heard him ask this question, he quickly pulled Fang Qingyuan aside and said slowly:

"The King is dead, and his spiritual beast that is about to become a golden elixir has also returned to the west."

"what!"

Hearing the news, Fang Qingyuan was shocked and speechless, and at the same time felt a little guilty. He had just cursed the King's throne in the morning, wouldn't it be so effective?

Fortunately, Zhang Yuan's next words proved that Fang Qingyuan did not curse the king's throne, because in addition to the king's throne, other people also died.

"A late-stage foundation-building monk also died in Tianmen Mountain, as well as the Zhao family in Xihe, the Fei family in Hedong, and the Li family in Tianhe. They all died this time."